Las Vegas may be the stupidest town in America. Nothing is real and every public location wants to be a representation of some other place. You can be in Paris and step across the street into New York or Hollywood. Down the street is Egypt and Venice and ancient Rome. Yet there is history here: the Beatles at the Sahara, Frank Sinatra and the Rat Pack. There is an obvious attraction for hundreds of thousands of people half of whom are sitting in a casino and the other half walking up and down the strip. We are walkers today.
Yes, walking up and down Las Vegas Blvd can be exhausting, so we stop at the Hard Rock café for a drink and early dinner (didn’t we have a Hard Rock café at WEM? – is it gone now?). I order a mojito and Jon orders the strawberry lemonade. We share a 10 oz burger topped with mushrooms and swiss (sharing is ample at this time of day) and drink refills are reasonable. We manage to spend $20 on food and $50 on drinks….c’est la vie in Las Vegas.